| Yo, hey yo, i step out the shell like a black pearl | |
| But come to destroy you of all worlds | |
| I eat you inside out like stress | |
| The best, i never lose a rhyme contest | |
| While troublesome black rolls flows | |
| Bleed internal external like a bloody nose | |
| Props grow like crops | |
| Desert boot clarks wit no socks | |
| Parking space killer stay out my lot | |
| You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name | |
| I take it out your ass and charge it to the game | |
| I battle with words, go to war with ideas | |
| You defeat me never in a million years | |
| The factor of the rapture | |
| Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured | |
| They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought | |
| But then you got caught up in my final thought | |
| Nigga | |
| Miss thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled) | |
| [ redman ] | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse | |
| You the tightest motha fucka let me find out | |
| When i pull mines out | |
| I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house | |
| Give you static like your mixer got the ground out | |
| Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch | |
| Im down south wit outkast wit pounds out | |
| Wicked enough to throw the gun in james bond mouth | |
| You know e and keith when we brawl | |
| I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall | |
| And overall, on yall a protocal | |
| My style is kabal, finish him | |
| For the benjamins | |
| Fools call me the grinch | |
| Cause i punch you in your face christmas on two fifth | |
| While the cops watch the jamaican hide pot | |
| When i stomp i leave the shoe size of sasquatch | |
| Miss thing there is no guest list tonight | |
| [ erick sermon ] | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Its e the assassin antonio banderas | |
| Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas | |
| So face it, some of yall should go back to basics | |
| Before the prom, before sissy spacik | |
| Reevaluate whats right for you | |
| From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker | |
| I dig a hole so deep you cant return | |
| And hear about the episode on howard stern | |
| Im born wit heart i blast ya | |
| Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master | |
| Playing me one time thats unforgivin | |
| I got a body one count and we aint bullshittin | |
| We be thick in the mix, milk wit quik | |
| In the business i work every circuit | |
| Im bigger, better, and deafer | |
| So however, wherever, whenever, heffer | |
| Miss thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x ) |
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